Confession Time! ((ABSOLUTELY NO JUDGEMENT))

pofoster21 wrote: »

Susieq_1994 wrote: »

MoHousdon wrote: »

Susieq_1994 wrote: »

Today's confession: As you all might know (due to all the food-related confessions I've been dumping in here...), I've gained quite a bit of weight over my low weight since March. I've gained about 10 kilos, to put a number on it, and I'm just getting back on the wagon. :-/

So, after two days eating under my goal, here's how today's weigh-in went: I went to pee (of course), then hopped on the scale in my underclothes. I got a 70.0 and I thought to myself, "I am SO CLOSE to breaking into the 60s again!" This in mind, I became a little bit desperate. So, I turned to my husband and said... "You know what? I'm going to try to pee some more."

He, of course, stared at me like I was crazy. "How in the world do you pee some more?!" I ignored him and went to attempt it, not that it was particularly successful... Is this TMI?

Afterwards, I stripped down and weighed without my underclothes to get rid of every gram of extra weight that I could possibly shed. The scale was kind and measured me at 69.9. So then I go... "YAY! I BROKE INTO THE SIXTIES AGAIN! BOOYAH!" It counts, right?

It 100% does! I weigh myself with nothing but my glasses on and that's just because I can't see the scale without them.

I weigh myself with my glasses off, then step off the scale and put them back on to read it. My scale keeps the reading on the screen for at least five minutes, so I can get away with not wearing my glasses. I'm sure they'd add TONS of weight to the reading, like... 40 whole grams or something!

I weigh myself with my bracelet on and nothing else. AFTER determining my bracelet weighs .2 ounces. Which I always subtract!

I take off my wedding ring, necklace (if I'm wearing one), glasses, and even hair-ties when I'm desperate for a good weigh-in! I joked to my husband today that I should have clipped my nails, shaved my legs, and blown my nose before weighing again...

I wanted to throw my two cents in re GoT. I loved the books and the series does not do it justice. I refused to watch the series for three seasons but then hubby (who hasn't read the books) said it was time. I am livid that story lines are being left out and, in the case of this season, are being changed all together. But I guess you have to make concessions when you are trying to cram a 700 page book into 10 one hour episodes.

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Caitwn wrote: »

Kalici wrote: »

ythannah wrote: »

Kalici wrote: »

This morning I was able to put on a shirt that previously was tight. I was super stoked that it was loose and hung straight down from my chest without clinging to my hips or rear end. Then I became depressed because it seriously occurred to me that I've been trying to look like Sponge Bob square pants and walk like a robot my whole life. My mother told me that only *kitten* showed their hips and my step-father told me that only fat slutty *kitten* wiggled when they walked.

I don't wear red either. Even though I love red and I look awesome in red. I am pale skinned, with dark hair and green eyes. I look spectacular in red and I can't wear it because only sluts wear red. I am now upset and pissed off because I know even if I were to buy something that clings in red I probably wouldn't be able to wear it out of the house. I'd be afraid everyone was staring at me for the wrong reasons. I feel pathetic.

I'm thinking you should try to get past this with baby steps... a little splash of colour here and there to start, some mildly wiggle-generating mid-height heels... and work your way up.

My mother held the odd notion that "only widows wear black" but fortunately that didn't get passed on to me and I wear a lot of black. Oh, and when I was a teen somebody told her that only sluts wear big earrings. That was her one and only piece of advice to me upon starting high school. Lol. (I just put them on after I left the house)

I've never been much for wearing bright colours or fancy patterns since I've always preferred to fade into the background, but I've slowly been adding more vibrant clothes into my wardrobe.

Yes, that is pretty much what I do. Pretty much all of my clothing is a shade of black or grey with some blue jeans thrown in.

I was raised the same way. And talk about double messages - this was in a family where I can guarantee that my mother would collapse into hysterics if she thought I might possibly approach a weight over 100 pounds in high school. This stuff is absolutely freaking psychosis-inducing =P

I can only say that after gradually shedding a lot of the idiocy that had gotten shoved into my poor brain, I finally came around to firmly believing that every woman should own at least one blazing red dress and a good pair of "f*** me" pumps. And then wear 'em for YOURSELF - without regard to anybody else's dumb beliefs or stereotypes.

Good lord. I'm surprised sometimes that so many of us get through this life to turn out as basically sane, basically decent human beings - we get so much toxic crap thrown at us.

Amen! And I'm sorry for all the struggles everyone has endured regarding this topic. One correction, though: ONE pair of f*** pumps?! Oh, honey, I have a closet full of them! Worn with my discreet, professional clothes every day I get lots of use out of all of them and they make me feel fabulous!

ME TOO! I have nearly 300 pairs of shoes (I have mentioned my shopping addiction right) and have a ton of what I call 'hooker shoes'. I wear them to work all the time. Make me feel fabulous! Again...some things you just have to do for yourself!

raelynnsmama52512 wrote: »

Anyone got any good ideas for roasted Yukon gold potatoes? Making burgers and I need something to go with but I don't want anything fried since I only have about 200ish calories left for the day.

I'm a big fan of olive oil, garlic, rosemary (fresh if you have it - I have a little pot of it that grows year round), salt and pepper on my potatoes. Cube, toss in seasonings, bake, eat. If turning my oven on just for these, I prefer a hotter oven (425-450ish for 20-ish minutes), but if I'm cooking something else that needs to be at a different temp, it's fine, just will take a little longer.

ETA: Please don't bake them for 200 minutes. That would be a fire hazard.

xMrBunglex wrote: »

Italian_Buju wrote: »

pofoster21 wrote: »

Italian_Buju wrote: »

It is almost midnight and I am waiting for my son to get home from work so I can go to bed.

The sad dad stories really got to me today.

When my dad died he was shoveling the drive way and had a heart attack. A neighbor found him. He drove me to school that morning (I was 15), when he did not pick me up, I called, and a cop answered the phone and told me he had died and to come home right away. I actually told the cop that he usually picked me up from school at the other end of town, and I did not know how to get home. His reply was that they would be there when I got there.

I ran back in the school and had a teacher drive me home. Later that day, when I went outside, his hat, eye glasses, blood and vomit were all over the drive way.

At the funeral, in true 'mother' style, she caused a big scene and picked him up out of the casket....I will never forget the crude autopsy scar on the back of his head.

I do not think I will ever fully get over that.

My best girlfriend died two and a half years ago, that was the hardest death I have dealt with other than my father's. Death really sucks!

My rodent is looking rather poor today....he is so skinny and was making a funny noise today when I was holding him. He spends all day in a puff ball in his cage with his head down, this is also what the other one did in the days before he died....I do not think it is gonna be much longer now....I am heartbroken.

On a better note, my sister and her family are coming to visit next month. They live in Indy and I only see them once every couple years......

I am sorry about your dad. That was really rough.

Are you SURE it's not time to euthanize your Degu? Ease his passage to another life?

I was thinking about that last night.....I just do not know what to do...he has periods of time where other than being skinny he seems like he is gonna be fine....and I am so scared to do something like that if he has any chance at all of making it.

This morning when I first got up to make lunch for my son, he was chewing on some wood and even got in his wheel (only for a moment though).....now he is laying down in a corner and did not even get up when I moved his cage back into the living room, which is unusual....I was scared to check if he was breathing, but he is.....

I go back and forth.....half the time I am freaking out and thinking he is ready to go anytime, and then other half the time I think he looks ok......right now I am freaking out, esp as I am ready to leave for work shortly.....

Sorry to hear that you;re going through this. It is tough when you don't know what to do.

For what it's worth, (and this is hard for me to put out there), our cat Sonja had a good 17 year life, she was like a child to my wife. She had all kinds of problems towards the end (CKD, diabetes) and we were pokng her to check her blood sugar, giving her subcutaneous fluids daily, etc. etc. She was happy for another year or so.

But then her blood sugar dropped & she went into a seizure...she recovered but was in pretty bad shape after that, but she got around, ate & we thought she was hanging in there. About 3 months later, we were going have her go to sleep, but we chickened out...and then she had one horrible night. Didn't kill her, but she was clearly in pain.

We sent her off to the fields of Elysium the next morning, but my wife still tears up about that last night. We really wish we had let her go sooner.

Sigh, I feel like the harbinger of bad stories but I did this twice with 2 separate cats. I kept thinking as long as they were eating they were OK, right? Then one of my cats (Quasi...God, I loved that cat) I came home and he couldn't even really walk. I had had to lock him in my kitchen for weeks because he could no longer control his bladder. I had most of the house covered in those wee wee pads but it had just gotten so bad. When I had to lock him up I should have put him down. He was so lonely in there. I would just go in and sit with him. I put saddle pads down as he love to sleep in the saddle pads (I assume he liked the horse smell). Then with Othello, he was having issues, I had to keep having these procedures done on him, I had brought him to the vet to be put to sleep, he was so bad, and they talked me into doing this one more time. They clearly f'd it up, and he was in such pain, he couldn't walk. I took him home and he laid on my chest all night while I petted him and he was clearly in pain and nearly crippled. I got up to go to the bathroom, and he tried to follow me and fell off the bed. I was at the vet the next day when they opened and when they tried to say he was perking up, I stopped them dead and told them to put him to sleep. It was awful.

That is one of the reasons I put Oberon down when I did. He was clearly struggling, and I told my trainer and my vet they needed to say when, keeping him alive at that point was only keeping him alive for me, not for him. So we made the decision. As you know I am still heartbroken over it, but it was the right decision, even though he in so many way was still Oberon. Okay, and now I am crying again... I need to stick with shallow confessions.

pofoster21 wrote: »

xMrBunglex wrote: »

Italian_Buju wrote: »

pofoster21 wrote: »

Italian_Buju wrote: »

It is almost midnight and I am waiting for my son to get home from work so I can go to bed.

The sad dad stories really got to me today.

When my dad died he was shoveling the drive way and had a heart attack. A neighbor found him. He drove me to school that morning (I was 15), when he did not pick me up, I called, and a cop answered the phone and told me he had died and to come home right away. I actually told the cop that he usually picked me up from school at the other end of town, and I did not know how to get home. His reply was that they would be there when I got there.

I ran back in the school and had a teacher drive me home. Later that day, when I went outside, his hat, eye glasses, blood and vomit were all over the drive way.

At the funeral, in true 'mother' style, she caused a big scene and picked him up out of the casket....I will never forget the crude autopsy scar on the back of his head.

I do not think I will ever fully get over that.

My best girlfriend died two and a half years ago, that was the hardest death I have dealt with other than my father's. Death really sucks!

My rodent is looking rather poor today....he is so skinny and was making a funny noise today when I was holding him. He spends all day in a puff ball in his cage with his head down, this is also what the other one did in the days before he died....I do not think it is gonna be much longer now....I am heartbroken.

On a better note, my sister and her family are coming to visit next month. They live in Indy and I only see them once every couple years......

I am sorry about your dad. That was really rough.

Are you SURE it's not time to euthanize your Degu? Ease his passage to another life?

I was thinking about that last night.....I just do not know what to do...he has periods of time where other than being skinny he seems like he is gonna be fine....and I am so scared to do something like that if he has any chance at all of making it.

This morning when I first got up to make lunch for my son, he was chewing on some wood and even got in his wheel (only for a moment though).....now he is laying down in a corner and did not even get up when I moved his cage back into the living room, which is unusual....I was scared to check if he was breathing, but he is.....

I go back and forth.....half the time I am freaking out and thinking he is ready to go anytime, and then other half the time I think he looks ok......right now I am freaking out, esp as I am ready to leave for work shortly.....

Sorry to hear that you;re going through this. It is tough when you don't know what to do.

For what it's worth, (and this is hard for me to put out there), our cat Sonja had a good 17 year life, she was like a child to my wife. She had all kinds of problems towards the end (CKD, diabetes) and we were pokng her to check her blood sugar, giving her subcutaneous fluids daily, etc. etc. She was happy for another year or so.

But then her blood sugar dropped & she went into a seizure...she recovered but was in pretty bad shape after that, but she got around, ate & we thought she was hanging in there. About 3 months later, we were going have her go to sleep, but we chickened out...and then she had one horrible night. Didn't kill her, but she was clearly in pain.

We sent her off to the fields of Elysium the next morning, but my wife still tears up about that last night. We really wish we had let her go sooner.

Sigh, I feel like the harbinger of bad stories but I did this twice with 2 separate cats. I kept thinking as long as they were eating they were OK, right? Then one of my cats (Quasi...God, I loved that cat) I came home and he couldn't even really walk. I had had to lock him in my kitchen for weeks because he could no longer control his bladder. I had most of the house covered in those wee wee pads but it had just gotten so bad. When I had to lock him up I should have put him down. He was so lonely in there. I would just go in and sit with him. I put saddle pads down as he love to sleep in the saddle pads (I assume he liked the horse smell). Then with Othello, he was having issues, I had to keep having these procedures done on him, I had brought him to the vet to be put to sleep, he was so bad, and they talked me into doing this one more time. They clearly f'd it up, and he was in such pain, he couldn't walk. I took him home and he laid on my chest all night while I petted him and he was clearly in pain and nearly crippled. I got up to go to the bathroom, and he tried to follow me and fell off the bed. I was at the vet the next day when they opened and when they tried to say he was perking up, I stopped them dead and told them to put him to sleep. It was awful.

That is one of the reasons I put Oberon down when I did. He was clearly struggling, and I told my trainer and my vet they needed to say when, keeping him alive at that point was only keeping him alive for me, not for him. So we made the decision. As you know I am still heartbroken over it, but it was the right decision, even though he in so many way was still Oberon. Okay, and now I am crying again... I need to stick with shallow confessions.

Oh man, I totally teared up reading this. Happy thoughts to all of you who are having pet issues.

Susieq_1994 wrote: »

Confession: I made vanilla-flavored pudding pops today with Jell-O instant pudding and milk. I've made them before with the lemon flavored jell-O and yogurt, and they were AWESOME.

Anyhow, I'm so excited to try them that I logged one in my leftover calories yesterday since I didn't have the calories to spare today (I had 100 calories left at the end of the day, and they're only 50 each!), and I'm about to have it right now... At midnight.

Other confession: Dear Lord, I talk a lot. This page is practically all me... I must be feeling better, since my run-on mouth is working again! In keyboard form, anyhow.

I'm glad to hear you are feeling better! And yay for your pudding pops

@Susieq_1994 I want to tell you that I love the poem! It expresses so much of what my friend tells me about how her depression feels.

And I'm happy to see you owning pg 768, because it means you're feeling better again.

pofoster21 wrote: »

xMrBunglex wrote: »

Italian_Buju wrote: »

pofoster21 wrote: »

Italian_Buju wrote: »

It is almost midnight and I am waiting for my son to get home from work so I can go to bed.

The sad dad stories really got to me today.

When my dad died he was shoveling the drive way and had a heart attack. A neighbor found him. He drove me to school that morning (I was 15), when he did not pick me up, I called, and a cop answered the phone and told me he had died and to come home right away. I actually told the cop that he usually picked me up from school at the other end of town, and I did not know how to get home. His reply was that they would be there when I got there.

I ran back in the school and had a teacher drive me home. Later that day, when I went outside, his hat, eye glasses, blood and vomit were all over the drive way.

At the funeral, in true 'mother' style, she caused a big scene and picked him up out of the casket....I will never forget the crude autopsy scar on the back of his head.

I do not think I will ever fully get over that.

My best girlfriend died two and a half years ago, that was the hardest death I have dealt with other than my father's. Death really sucks!

My rodent is looking rather poor today....he is so skinny and was making a funny noise today when I was holding him. He spends all day in a puff ball in his cage with his head down, this is also what the other one did in the days before he died....I do not think it is gonna be much longer now....I am heartbroken.

On a better note, my sister and her family are coming to visit next month. They live in Indy and I only see them once every couple years......

I am sorry about your dad. That was really rough.

Are you SURE it's not time to euthanize your Degu? Ease his passage to another life?

I was thinking about that last night.....I just do not know what to do...he has periods of time where other than being skinny he seems like he is gonna be fine....and I am so scared to do something like that if he has any chance at all of making it.

This morning when I first got up to make lunch for my son, he was chewing on some wood and even got in his wheel (only for a moment though).....now he is laying down in a corner and did not even get up when I moved his cage back into the living room, which is unusual....I was scared to check if he was breathing, but he is.....

I go back and forth.....half the time I am freaking out and thinking he is ready to go anytime, and then other half the time I think he looks ok......right now I am freaking out, esp as I am ready to leave for work shortly.....

Sorry to hear that you;re going through this. It is tough when you don't know what to do.

For what it's worth, (and this is hard for me to put out there), our cat Sonja had a good 17 year life, she was like a child to my wife. She had all kinds of problems towards the end (CKD, diabetes) and we were pokng her to check her blood sugar, giving her subcutaneous fluids daily, etc. etc. She was happy for another year or so.

But then her blood sugar dropped & she went into a seizure...she recovered but was in pretty bad shape after that, but she got around, ate & we thought she was hanging in there. About 3 months later, we were going have her go to sleep, but we chickened out...and then she had one horrible night. Didn't kill her, but she was clearly in pain.

We sent her off to the fields of Elysium the next morning, but my wife still tears up about that last night. We really wish we had let her go sooner.

Sigh, I feel like the harbinger of bad stories but I did this twice with 2 separate cats. I kept thinking as long as they were eating they were OK, right? Then one of my cats (Quasi...God, I loved that cat) I came home and he couldn't even really walk. I had had to lock him in my kitchen for weeks because he could no longer control his bladder. I had most of the house covered in those wee wee pads but it had just gotten so bad. When I had to lock him up I should have put him down. He was so lonely in there. I would just go in and sit with him. I put saddle pads down as he love to sleep in the saddle pads (I assume he liked the horse smell). Then with Othello, he was having issues, I had to keep having these procedures done on him, I had brought him to the vet to be put to sleep, he was so bad, and they talked me into doing this one more time. They clearly f'd it up, and he was in such pain, he couldn't walk. I took him home and he laid on my chest all night while I petted him and he was clearly in pain and nearly crippled. I got up to go to the bathroom, and he tried to follow me and fell off the bed. I was at the vet the next day when they opened and when they tried to say he was perking up, I stopped them dead and told them to put him to sleep. It was awful.

That is one of the reasons I put Oberon down when I did. He was clearly struggling, and I told my trainer and my vet they needed to say when, keeping him alive at that point was only keeping him alive for me, not for him. So we made the decision. As you know I am still heartbroken over it, but it was the right decision, even though he in so many way was still Oberon. Okay, and now I am crying again... I need to stick with shallow confessions.

Yeah we had to euthanize two of my husband's cats. The first one we waited too long... one day I heard the most sorrowful noise ever and it was the cat, lying down in a corner, in a puddle of pee... and he kept crying and crying. The vet found a huge tumor in his belly... we put him down that day but I'll never forget it (to be fair, he was fat, so we never felt the tumor, and he didn't really have any symptom). The second cat just couldn't move much anymore and was peeing everywhere because it was too hard to go to the litterbox so one day I just told my husband that it was time.

So yeah you did the right thing with Oberon... but really it's the hardest thing to do. I wasn't even very attached to those cats and it still sucked. Really dreading the day I have to make that decision with my current cat. I kinda hope I don't have to... we lost two cats who just died one night and I hope it's what will happen to her (just in a very long time, but she's 14).

Oh look a double post.

Susieq_1994 wrote: »

MoHousdon wrote: »

ohgeeque wrote: »

MoHousdon wrote: »

He was looking at string bikinis last night. I think he's a little confused as to what my body ACTUALLY looks like. I definitely DON'T have a "bikini body". At least not yet, anyway.

The people who love us never see us as we see ourselves. They look at us with better eyes.

I would like to borrow those eyes.

I thought of asking my husband to trade eyes so I could see myself the way he sees me... Then I decided that I REALLY don't want him to see me the way I see me!

No. If you traded eyes, he'd see himself as you see him. From the way you speak of him, that wouldn't be a bad thing at all. Unless, his ego exploded.

orangesmartie wrote: »

pofoster21 wrote: »

orangesmartie wrote: »

spamarie wrote: »

I feel like this is the 'Brit hour' while most of the Americans are still asleep!

Also, please, please, please, please don't put any GoT spoilers on here. I haven't seen the series, but I'm reading the books (on the 5th one I think, although I don't know because it's on the kindle) and if someone spoils any of it for me I will cry. I can see from the kindle I am 86% of the way through the entire thing, and I don't quite know what I'll do with myself when I finish it!

I get very mournful when I finish a series of books. Wishing I could forget all about them and read them again.

oh god sorry!!! I will endeavour not to spoiler. I'm such a huge GoT fan, TV series and books. I've just started reading them again. I love talking about it with other fans, but i don't know many people who've read the books

But i will say the books are better at some storylines, the tv show is better at others.

I refuse to watch the show until I read the books. I don't have HBO (or TV for that matter) but because I work in the communications industry and market HBO I get the DVDs. I Just pile them up to watch after I read the books.

I confess, now I think I am going to read the books regardless of having not finished my dissertation (bad move as I am a binge reader).

I watched the show first, then read the books. I don't usually like to do it that way, i'm always a books first girl, but in this case, i found the TV show, got obsessed, got the books and I have to say, having seen the show really enhanced the books for me, fleshed out some things. After reading the books i watched series 1-4 again and picked up stuff i'd missed the first time but picked up in books.

The books are addictive, but i found because the chapters change the character POV, they were easier (!) to put down. And doing a disso, you need some alternative reading to let your brain switch off (thats what i tell myself).

Good point!

orangesmartie wrote: »

girldownsouth wrote: »

pofoster21 wrote: »

orangesmartie wrote: »

pofoster21 wrote: »

orangesmartie wrote: »

I did go to the gym. Am now home in a foul snappy mood, God knows why.

Oh and I ate two pop tarts on the way home. When I knew the casserole in the slow cooker would be ready. Go me! /Sarcasm

Oh dear... TOM? I get rally pissed off at the world the day or so before. I bite everyone's heads off. I used to cry hysterically before. Now I just get in a total rage. I have to step away when I do that. I can hear it on calls and I have even gotten off my horses in the past when I realized I was in a foul mood because of that, as I have ZERO patience. I get over it in a day or so.

No, I don't have TOM, as I'm on the injection to spare me all the pain and mess, although I wish I had it to blame binges/moods on

Full moon? Quarter moon? No moon? I can keep trying!

I think there is a full moon here tonight. Close if not.

Dumb question maybe, but do we have full moons at the same time as you? Or anywhere else? Is it worldwide?

yes it was full moon last night

Well there you go. When I worked in the nursing home, the folks went NUTS especially the psychiatric wing on full moon nights. It definitely affects your mood.

girldownsouth wrote: »

pofoster21 wrote: »

So where are my early morning pals today? @orangesmartie and @Lois_1989? I guess it's not quite 9 am in England so not settled into posting yet. I guess I missed you! Have a great day and I'll leave p. 758 to the Brits today!

What time is it where you are? You must get up crazy early!

Reading backwards but yes, I am a morning person. 100%

I've been having no success in the last month and a half. I had lost 24 pounds since the new year...lately, nothing. So...I just finished eating a Quarter Pounder, medium fries, and a chocolate shake from McDonalds..... *I know*